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EXT. STREET-NIGHT A trio of teenagers walk casually through a sprawled out housing development. FRED PRICE is behind the other two teens. A slightly out of shape teenager, Fred, 16, wears a dimpled smile, with a wardrobe straight out of an Abercrombie ad. The two boys in front are WALTER BOWERS and BILL ROCHESTER, both around the same age a Fred. Walter is tall and muscular, sporting a leather jacket and a cigarette casually rests between his fingers. Bill struggles to keep step with Walter, a cell phone presses up against his ear. Bill is by far the smallest of the three, in a shameless attempt to appear tough, a flat brim hat rests on his head and his free hand constantly pulls up a pair of jeans that would be big on Walter. FRED Man I'm so pumped. I haven't gotten wasted since back in my old town. WALTER Chill Fred. It's not a huge rave. It's just of few friends relaxing. FRED Parties out here just aren't as good as in Mass I suppose. WALTER We haven't shown you a good time yet, Fred. Just you wait. Bill puts the cell phone down. BILL That was Maria who just called. They're all dry. FRED All dry? Now this is going to suck. WALTER Don't worry I always bring something to the table. Common courtesy fellas. Walter retrieves a bottle of Smirnoff from his jacket pocket. BILL I like where your heads at Walter. FRED Smirnoff's good I guess. But I prefer Vodka when I get wasted. Bill and Walter shoot each other looks, both struggle to hold back their laughter. EXT. HOUSE-NIGHT The trio of teens stands on the porch of a dimly lit house. FRED There are hardly any lights on. Are you sure this is the right house? WALTER Chill, Fred. This is the place. FRED I don't think anybodys home. I saw a lot of newspapers in the driveway. The people in this house could be away. The door swings open. MARIA, a petite girl with droopy eyes. Around the same age as the boys, she cracks a smile of delight. MARIA Bill! Walter! Fred. FRED What's up Maria. Fred opens his arms and Maria coils hers around his tall body. Bill gives her a light nod. Fred puts his hands in his pockets. INT. BASEMENT-NIGHT Maria and the other three boys sit on couches. The bottle of Smirnoff rests on a coffee table. FRED Where did the rest of the girls go? MARIA They all left. But I think we'll have more people coming soon. I'm not really sure though. Maria picks up the bottle and places it into Fred's hand. MARIA You start us off. Fred stares at it in his hand before taking a slow SIP. He swallows and doesn't grimace. MARIA I'm impressed. Maria takes a shot, her face turns sour. MARIA Oh god. I'm seeing stars. BILL Pass that over here. INT. BASEMENT-SOMETIME LATER The bottle of Smirnoff is on the coffee table, now empty. Maria rests on Fred's chest. MARIA You have great chest muscles Fred. Maria moves in closer to Fred's face. MARIA You're hot. FRED I'm crunked. Fred's plastered smile widens and he stares into Maria's heavy eyes. TRACY enters the room, slightly bigger and older than MARIA she carries a whole handle of liquor. WALTER Holy shit! My hero. Get over here with that Tracy. TRACY What the fuck? You guys stared without me? BILL No, not at all. We just had water. TRACY Water? Fred sits up. FRED What? BILL With a pinch of beer. WALTER Light beer. Bill and Walter start laughing like hyenas. Tracy follows in, as does Maria. MARIA You're such a tool Fred. Fred breaks into an uneasy laugh. His plastered smile is slowly chipped away by the laughter in the room. THE END
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